The CAA book and trade fair is so much more fun than the MLA book fair, because of all the artists' materials on display. These Williamsburg handmade oil colors are just delectable, almost edible: arranged in shaded boxes that make them look like a cross between watercolor pans and home-painted swatches. They seem - like all artists' supplies - just full of potential and possibility.
Book fairs, on the other hand, reduce me to panic - panic because I haven't read what's in front of me, haven't the time to read, haven't the time to write - and here are all these other people pressing their volumes into print. Does anyone else want to own up to this feeling of pressure and desperation that's generated by these occasions?